[Praise, both meant and mocking, and he inhales sharply on his cigarette. One hand leaves Ling's face, tugging the cigarette out of his lips as he ducks in and presses their mouths together.
It's a kiss, no doubt, as his tongue snakes forward and traces against his bottom lip. It's also a way to stream smoke from his lungs to Ling's in one slow exhale, a proper shotgun kiss, all heat and bruising firmness, and he keeps their mouths together, really leaning in and deepening it towards the end.
It doesn't last forever. Half a minute, maybe, if that, and then he's pulling back, a smirk on his face. So there.]
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[Praise, both meant and mocking, and he inhales sharply on his cigarette. One hand leaves Ling's face, tugging the cigarette out of his lips as he ducks in and presses their mouths together.
It's a kiss, no doubt, as his tongue snakes forward and traces against his bottom lip. It's also a way to stream smoke from his lungs to Ling's in one slow exhale, a proper shotgun kiss, all heat and bruising firmness, and he keeps their mouths together, really leaning in and deepening it towards the end.
It doesn't last forever. Half a minute, maybe, if that, and then he's pulling back, a smirk on his face. So there.]